The Mafia Devil’s Wrong Bride
I grab the apple, slice it absentmindedly, and stand by the counter eating in silence.
The coffee pot clicks off. I pour myself a cup, add a little milk, and shuffle back to the couch. I sip the coffee slowly and glance at the TV screen. A local French talk show is ending. Then the next segment flashes across the screen, the bold white letters in English catching my eye:
“Dante Romano: The Man Behind the Expansion of Europe’s Most Powerful Mafia Syndicate.”
My breath stutters. The cup nearly slips from my hand.
No.
For a moment, I think I’ve misread it, but then the image appears, and my heart stops.
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